The manuscript of a novel has been found in a big library of Budapest. Its "encryption" eighty years earlier was on the instructions of a fabled author, who can only be Gyula Krúdy, although his name is never mentioned. The book is also such a literary fiction that it could never have been written by Krúdy.

Deep in the Queen is a fictitious pseudo-Krúdy, not only about a series of exciting adventures, but full of philosophical, mystical, fabulous, magical, postmodern, absurd Thousand-and-One-Nights elements. And the end of the novel is a bitter analogue of human wickedness, and of many situations known from history and politics. (There are lots of nations that do not know what to do with their re-won freedom. We come across many examples in the near past of Eastern Europe, e.g. the results of the Hungarian change of systems in 1989.)